Porsche GT3 - RS Letra - Rick Ross

God—

Wake up in the morning, send a prayer to the Lord (Lord)

Then I hit the streets, I need some money for a Porsche (Porsche)

Then I hit the streets, I need some money for a Porsche (Porsche)

Any pressure, I'ma spin the block for my boys (Boys)

Wake up in the morning, send a prayer up to the Lord (Lord)

Wake up in the morning, send a prayer up to the Lord (Lord; Woo)

Wake up in the morning, send a prayer up to the Lord (Lord)

(Lord) Wake up in the morning, send a prayer up to the Lord (Lord)

Pull up to the club, I got a valet all the toys (Toys)

Let her see the diamonds, then I hit her with the voice (Voice)

Couple niggas with me, bitch, it's time to make a choice (Choice)

Shooters move in silence, so don't make me bring the noise (Noise)

Go on, get the money just to blow it is the point (Point; Point)

Never turn a rat, I rather do it energized ('Gized; 'Gized)

If the clique some bitches, time to go get a divorce (Divorce; 'Vorce)

Pull up in the hood, paper tag on my new Porsche (Porsche; Woo)

Got a hundred kilos, boy, I'm fuckin' with Detroit (Detroit; 'Troit)

Countin' all the money, yeah, you know I'm unemployed ('Ployed; Yeah, no job)

Four full pockets for the bitches I enjoyed ('Joyed, why?)

I got the fentanyl, pink cocaine, and the boy (Boy)

Wake up in the morning, send a prayer to the Lord (Lord; Lord)

Then I hit the streets, I need some money for a Porsche (Lord)

Then I hit the streets, I need some money for a Porsche (Lord)

Any pressure, I'ma spin the block for my boys (Boys)

Wake up in the morning, send a prayer up to the Lord (Lord)

Wake up in the morning, send a prayer up to the Lord (Lord; Woo)

Wake up in the morning, send a prayer up to the Lord (Lord)

(What? What? What?) Wake up in the morning, send a prayer up to the Lord (Lord)

KaySo daddy took the stand and told on his boy

Nigga been a rat, another police on the force

Fuck your diabetes, bitch, we kickin' in the door

I thought you dealin' dope, but, boy, you runnin' for the floor

Catch me in the kitchen for the toast, I'm whippin' yayo

Beach Boys, suck the dick on my new boat

Uh-huh (Uh-huh), uh-huh (Uh-huh)

Uh-huh (Uh-huh), uh-huh (Uh-huh)

(Woo)

Wake up in the morning, send a prayer to the Lord (Lord)

Need to hit the streets, I need the money for a Porsche (Lord)

Dealin' heroin, my molly nigga call it "Boy"

Pull up club, and let me time to valet all the toys (Toys)

Wake up in the morning, send a prayer to the Lord (Lord; Lord)

Then I hit the streets, I need some money for a Porsche (Lord)

Then I hit the streets, I need some money for a Porsche

Any pressure, I'ma spin the block for my boys (Boys)

Wake up in the morning, send a prayer up to the Lord (Lord)

Wake up in the morning, send a prayer up to the Lord (Lord; Woo)

Wake up in the morning, send a prayer up to the Lord (Lord)

Wake up in the morning, send a prayer up to the Lord (Woo)